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And shivered when Heath came around to nip at her shoulder, his murmur against her skin barely discernable to Grey. “You’re beautiful.”
Toni disentwined from both of them and spun around to settle on all fours. When she glanced at Grey over her shoulder, her eyes were luminous. Heath moved to the foot of the bed and curled his hand around his lengthened cock, nudging her lips with the ruddy head. “Kiss me.”
She opened her mouth, and Heath pressed in. Grey exhaled slowly. His body was ready, his senses soaring, preparing to mate. So he couldn’t explain why, when a hungry sound welled in the back of her throat as she took Heathcliff, he felt robbed of it.
He could not isolate the despair he felt as he moved on his knees behind her. He had done this dozens, dozens of times. Taken the woman, pleasured the woman, had her writhing. But the fact that from behind he could not see her face—get lost in the forest green of her irises—distressed him. The laughter in her eyes, the lust that had enlarged her pupils moments ago, that had been his. His. Not Solis’s. He’d done ménages with strangers; he should well be able to do this for Toni.
So he concentrated on the lines of Toni’s back, on the tattoo the damp tendrils of hair around her shoulders created.And he thought, Take me inside your skin, Antonia, and let me feel what you feel.
His throat ran dry as he stroked the lush mounds of her ass and spread her open for a look. His gaze caressed the rosette above her juicy lips, a place he fantasized about possessing, a place he wished that wouldn’t hurt her during the conquering.
He kept those cheeks apart and slid his cock in between them, caressing his length with their fullness. He was so fat, his balls drawn high against him, gathered tight.
This was good, not seeing her face, because she couldn’t see his. He couldn’t seem to control the slightly twisted, painful grimace on it, a grimace caused by the cramp in his chest, the burn spreading from his groin, the confounding, masochistic, torturous pleasure of watching her eat someone else. He wanted to stop it. He wanted to roar. He wanted to watch her love it and be able to love it in return.
Forcing himself to focus on the physical, he circled the outer rim of her lush ass with the pad of his thumb. She shimmied her hips, inviting his touch, and her scream was muffled by Heath’s cock when Grey inserted his finger into the opening.
Her rocking motions, the slick coat of sweat on her body, her rosette clutching his thumb. Grey was dripping. His shaft jutted out of him, seeking her.
His hands skated around her waist to engulf her breasts, full and round and heavy, the nipples balled up tight and ready for his palms. He tweaked them between two fingers, felt them bead to hard little pearls.
She lowered herself to her elbows, the line of her back angled downward so that her delectable rear was in the air for Grey. Her widespread knees caused dents in the comforter.
Her head bobbed shakily up and down as she worked Heath’s erection, which glistened as it slipped in and out of her mouth. The man was smiling down at her, his eyes sparkling with lust. “I love your little tongue on me,” he said hoarsely, and his hand was motionless on the back of her head as he swiveled his hips to enjoy that tongue.
She trembled when Grey grabbed himself and caressed her body with the tip of his penis. Up the back of her thighs, around her pretty cheeks, lightly across the small of her back. He envisioned coating her with his seed, smearing it across her skin, flavoring her with him. He envisioned Heath with blood pouring down his nose, predicted the exact sound his knuckles would make crashing into the man’s jawbone. He envisioned those other thousand times he’d taken Toni, when every cry and moan and murmur had been just his.
Pushing the thoughts aside, he hunched down and began to masturbate her pussy, doing things to her clit that she liked. Pinch it a bit. Push it.Tweak and pull. Circle. Her scent permeated his lungs, invigorating as an aphrodisiac. He went into her slit with one finger and closed his eyes at what he found, her moistness trickling down his fingers. The tight clench of her pussy made his erection jerk against his abdomen.Then she whimpered, taking in two fingers, so damned wet and swollen he was sure she could take three.
“Like that?” he said, stabbing those two fingers deep enough to tear a sob from her. “Like cock?”
She humped his fingers as he screwed them in with leisurely but powerful strokes, her head held up high for Heath. Past her shoulders and her moving head, he could see as she bit at Heath’s balls, heard Heath curse as he grabbed his dick and stuck it into her mouth again, “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous like this. I feel your teeth behind your lips. I’m in love with that little tongue.”
Love . . . love . . .
It was Grey who should say this to her; it was his mind that screamed the thoughts of love, and his body that hurt containing it. . . .
Inwardly cursing, he lowered his head between her parted legs, pushed in a third finger with effort and sucked her wet nub into his mouth. She screamed, bucked, convulsed as she came with powerful contractions. He stoked her orgasm with his fingers and mouth, her tangy taste making him growl.
He came up panting.“Do it again for me.” He nudged her with his cock, one hand on the flat of her back, keeping her still for his entry as she continued to convulse.
He parted her with the head, stroked his cock along her inner walls, still wet from her orgasm—and from the way she whimpered at each in stroke, maybe a little too sensitive. “Make us come,” he rasped.
He watched himself slide into her, feasting on the sight of her turgid lips wrapped snugly around his width. Her pussy walls contracted around him and he screwed in deeper with a groan. When he’d been swallowed down to the root, her body clenching him, she took Heath’s cock just as far inside her mouth, almost choking.
“Easy,” Grey rasped. He dropped his hand on one plump bottom cheek and gave it a hard squeeze as he fucked her more deeply. She was so tight, her muscles malleable in his hands. He dragged his cock out, then used his grip to haul her closer to him and stabbed in deeper, loving the slapping sound of their bodies.
His every forceful push was met with the slap of their flesh, with her hips thrusting back, with a whimper. His prized control vanished when her teeth sank into Heath’s cock and the man roared and began to pump.
Grey gripped her waist for leverage and pistoned into her rippling grip with unbridled, almost clumsy jabs, demanding, “Let go. Let go now.”
She was delirious, meeting Heath’s ramming stabs with an upward move of her mouth and making all kinds of noises that flew straight to Grey’s head. Her words were muffled but still discernable. “Grey.”
He stopped plunging, closed his eyes, and let that single word pour through him, and she began to come. Her pussy closed around his cock, sucking him in, jerking at his cock. He resumed his rhythm by pushing into her with several rough grunting sounds, his body contracting as her vagina walls squeezed around all nine inches of rigid male flesh.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled as he held her body in place and gave her a series of wild, desperate final thrusts that triggered his release. He poured himself into her, one, two, three shots of semen blasting into her so hard he hoped they’d reached her throat and heart.
And Heath came with a mute roar, his neck straining. He trembled, his eyes rolling upward as he gripped Toni’s head and continued to rub into her mouth, whispering, “Shit, baby . . . oh, shit . . .”
